Connections Of Earth

Chapter 1

by Ree-b

rating: R, although it will be PG-13 in some chapters due to lack of

physical intimacy.

Disclaimer: I do not own the names and characters associated with

Sailormoon or Harry Potter. The plot, however, is original.

Enjoy!

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Why did he have to go back? It had been all of two weeks and he had

already begun to wish he did not have to stay with the Dursley's all

summer long. So much had happened this past year. Everything had

come to an abrupt peak and nothing was solved. The ministry now knew

that Voldemort was alive again so, at least, Harry didn't have to deal

with nasty comments about Dumbledore and himself. A member of the

Order of Phoenix would check in a couple times a week. So he didn't

feel COMPLETELY cut off from the magical world. But he had yet to

see his friends. He missed them greatly. He missed how Ron could

make light of any situation and How Hermione would deduce a problem

down to it's most logical solution. He even missed the non-stop

bickering between the two. But it was too early to hear from them,

right? It had only been two weeks. They just haven't thought about

it yet. Well, he wasn't about to just sit around. This was the

first year that Harry can freely keep in contact with his friends.

After the threats from various Order members, the Dursley's gave

Hedwig free range and haven't once complained about neighbors

becoming suspicious.

But all of these things seemed to be on the back burner. Sirius was

no longer alive. He still hadn't gotten over the loss of the only

father figure he had ever had. Sirius had become a mix of parent and

friend that Harry missed greatly. Harry thought about everything he

would have done differently if he could live that night at the

ministry over again. But it wouldn't help anything. Sirius was

still dead. Voldemort was still at large. And he still had no one

to talk to about it.

Harry sat in his small, barely furnished, bedroom on number four

Privet Drive. He was at his desk, staring lazily out the window. He

half hoped he would see Ron and his brothers in Mr. Weasley's

enchanted car flying towards his window to rescue him from the muggle

infested house he occupied. But he knew that wouldn't be happening.

In his second year, He and Ron had crash landed the car and it had

slowly gone wild in the Forbidden Forest.

The only excitement Harry got was scaring the wit out of Dudley and

watching the skies for Hedwig. He didn't even have any homework yet.

He didn't know which classes he would be taking yet. When his O.W.L.S.

arrived in a few weeks, he would have his assignments for the

classes he had made it into. This also put Harry on edge. To be able

to follow in the footsteps of the witches and wizards he admired such

as Moody and his parents, Harry had to get O.W.L.S. in almost all of

his classes including potions, his worst subject. He almost dreaded

getting an O.W.L. in potions just because he would then be in a smaller

more in depth class with none other than Prof. Snape. After such a

horrible run in with Snape last year, Harry knew that any classroom

time with Snape would be much worse. Would he even be allowed back

into Snape's classroom. When he had last been there, Snape had been

so incredibly mad that he had forbid Harry from ever coming back to his

classroom. But surely, if Harry needed to continue potions, Dumbledore

would make sure that Snape would allow him back.

As these many thoughts run through his head, there is always a thought

lingering in the back. Voldemort. He was back with his Death Eaters

now. The Ministry was now acknowledging his come-back. But were they

doing anything about it? Harry didn't know a thing that was going on,

except what he read in the Daily Prophet. And they didn't write much.

Each edition mostly read like a small warning label, ' Do remember

that followers of You-Know-Who are everywhere and cannot be trusted.

If you have any information aiding in the capture of He-Who-Shall-Not-

Be-Named, please contact the Ministry of Magic immediately. Please be

careful.' It made Harry sick that they didn't tell the people what had

happened. The closest thing they had was the article Luna Lovegood's

father posted in his infamous Quiddler magazine of Luna's recollection.

But the ministry denied her presence at the happenings and denying any

penetration of the Ministry. He wished he knew what was going on.

Harry missed having the inner knowledge of the Order of Phoenix that

could be picked up at the Black Mansion. Even if the real information

wasn't getting released to the public, he thought he should have been

informed. Voldemort was after HIM. And only HE could defeat him.

This was also something Harry had thought about a lot. After being

told time and again that killing someone is forbidden, he has to make

the choice to kill someone. Even if it is to kill such a horrible

person such as Voldemort. Killing is killing. Would he be able to

complete the act when the time came? What if he isn't strong enough?

What if when the time does come, Voldemort finds some way to get out

of death? Or what if it as he had been told back in his first year,

that Voldemort is no longer Human enough to die?

But Harry didn't want to think about Voldemort any longer. His

thoughts of what if's and How come's were depressing him. So after

one more glace to the sky in search of Hedwig or the magical car he

knew would not come, he stood from his desk and made his way to the door.

The Dursley's no longer bothered him when he sat amongst them. He

frequently sat and watched news on the T.V. Harry could almost forget

all of the worries he had in his magical world when he watched muggle

news. The combination of absurd reasons for things Harry clearly

recognized as magical and the trivial things that were talked about

made Harry almost laugh sometimes.

Harry made his way downstairs and to the couch in front of the T.V.

There he found Dudley, his overly chubby cousin, flipping rapidly

through channels. In his hand he grasped a celery stick. Yes,

Dudley was still on a diet. Harry's Aunt Petunia had slacked it

slightly. But since Dudley was still limited to incredibly

nutritious items, he was determined to each as much of it as

possible. He still took up the majority of the two-person couch

by himself. So Harry sat in what had now become his typical position.

On the floor leaning up against the couch that groaningly supported

Dudley. It wasn't Harry's pick of places to sit. But he couldn't

complain. At least they were letting him sit in the same room.

Harry's Uncle Vernon was also in the room. He gave Harry a burning

glare form his position in the large recliner. Harry had an idea

that his uncle still thought it strange for a boy his age to enjoy

watching the news. Vernon quickly got annoyed with the ever-changing

screen and cleverly asked Dudley to change it to the news so not to

annoy Dudley.

Just as Dudley changed to the news a different story was coming on. It

was not a new story. In fact this story had been all over the muggle

news ever since and possibly before Harry returned from school. It was

the peace conferences. Apparently there have been multiple conferences

around the world discussing the integration of countries. It had

started with things such as putting to use the Euro-dollar and had

gone as far as combining some countries like Russia with the former

areas or the USSR. It seemed to have not yet affected the magical

world for Harry had not yet found any mention of it in the Daily

Prophet. But these conferences interested Harry. And it surely

interested muggles because every time it came on the news, his Aunt and

Uncle were glued to the set. His Uncle was clearly interested in the

financial aspect of it all. Every night his uncle would listen raptly

then scoff at what a bother it had been to switch over to the

Euro-Dollar. But Harry's Aunt was interested in Ms. Usagi Tsukino.

She was the lady heading up all of the peace conferences. Ironically

she was a young woman from Japan. Harry enjoyed hearing about her

just because her name would bring forth comments about how 'a woman

that young shouldn't be making worldwide decisions' from his uncle.

Harry actually found it refreshing to see someone in power that didn't

have one foot in the grave. She was a very beautiful woman as well.

This aspect is what interested Dudley. Dudley and his gang

practically drooled over Ms. Tsukino. His cousins room was almost

covered in posters of the lovely Japanese Diplomat. Harry thought it

ironic that Dudley was fawning over a woman in politics and not some

actress or model.

He turned his attention to the round old man that now filled the

screen. He was jabbering on about what the next Peace Conference

might bring about. Each suggestion seemed more far fetched than the

last. He made it sound as if the world would be one big country when

we woke up in the morning. After a few minutes of listing the many

diplomats in town for the upcoming peace talks, the newsman turned to

a subject he seemed to take great delight in, Ms. Tsukino. A picture

of the Young Diplomat rose up behind the newscaster. She was indeed

a beautiful woman. She had long, silky, pale blond hair that flowed

far past her knees. Harry was sure that if she did not pull up her

golden strands into her unusual style of 'buns and pigtails' her hair

would surely reach the ground. Her slim, petite figure was only

matched in femininity by her long graceful legs. Her face was nothing

short of angelic. She had bright, sky blue eyes that seemed as

fathomless as the ocean. Her pink lips looked kissable soft. Almost

as soft as her...

Harry pulled himself from that train of thought. It didn't help to

think of such unattainable people. Not only was Ms. Tsukino

unreachable, but she was also taken. Usagi was engaged to the world

renowned Dr. Mamoru Chiba. And what made it worse was how good they

looked together. Where he was dark she was light. Where he was tall

she was short. The picture of the golden-haired beauty faded into a

picture of the loving couple wrapped in each others arms.

Harry then watched as the balding newscaster turned over the spotlight

to a woman on location in Japan. She was standing in front of a

hospital in Tokyo where group after group of well dressed men and women

were filtering into a set of sliding doors. They were more than likely

some of the top doctors of the world.

"Doctor after doctor pours through the doors of Matsumoto Hospital

for yet another medical conference. The leading men and women from

almost every medical area from gynecologists to pediatricians have come

to take part in another round of conferences. Last year these same

numerous conferences led to a hospital standard enforced world-wide. We

can only hope that something as great will come from these more recent

conferences. Yet of all of the talent represented through these doors,

one man stands out amongst them all, Dr. Mamoru Chiba. He has been at

the forefront of media through his Fiancée, Ms. Usagi Tsukino. But he

is the brains behind both the conferences last year and the ones taking

place this week. It seems that as Ms. Tsukino brings the world together

politically Dr. Chiba is bringing us together medically."

The news soon came back to yet another woman going on about the couples

upcoming marriage. Harry tuned out the chatter about color schemes and

guest lists. The image of Chiba and Tsukino together kept drifting into

his head. No matter how much his adolescent mind would like to hate

Chiba for having such a beautiful woman, he couldn't help but feel a

connection to him. Maybe it was because he resembled Harry. The

unruly black hair and tall figure made it seem as they were from the

same family line. But it was just a runaway thought. Chiba was

Japanese. Harry didn't have any Asian heritage that he knew of.

Harry's thoughts continued to carry away when the unmistakable boom of

his uncle's voice broke into his thoughts.

"Wha..?" Harry articulated.

"I said, 'if you don't let that BLOODY BIRD in before someone sees it, I

will PERSONALLY see to it that you don't got back to that HORRID school

of yours'." Harry knew that his Uncle couldn't really do anything to

keep him from going back to Hogwarts. The only reason he sprung from

his seat was the mere knowledge that he had more than likely received a

letter from one of his friends. So with swift movements he moved to the

window. As soon as the latch sprang back, Hedwig swooped in flying once

around the room before settling on Harry's shoulder. Just as quickly,

Harry had started on his way up to his room knowing he would be free of

his Uncle's angry glares and mumbled comments about his 'ruddy bird'.

Back in his bare bedroom, the sunlight still pouring in through his

small window flooded his vision. Hedwig moved from her perch on his

shoulder to her cage. Harry removed the letter attached to her leg as

she drank from her bowl. Harry sat back on his bed and unraveled the

letter. He immediately recognized the sloppy scrawling of his best

friend Ron.

Hey Harry,

Everything is so boring here. The only excitement

there's been was last week when Fred and George came

home with a load of their new inventions. We just

HAVE to go see their shop. Maybe we can meet up at

Diagon Alley and go in together.

Hermione says hello. She is freaking out about

O.W.L.S. no being here yet. And I thought she was

bad around exams! She came briefly before her family

left for Japan. Her parents are going to one of the

Medical Conferences where that Dr. Chiba is speaking

in a couple of weeks. She is always talking about

him. I don't see why she is so interested in a muggle.

She is very excited about visiting another culture.

She wants you to know that she will send you some

authentic Japanese items.

We have had a few visits from members of the Order.

But most of the time it is only for a couple minutes.

I don't know where they are meeting now. But we can't

even hear Mum and Dad talk about anything. They are

very careful about what they say. I bet you hear all

kinds of things from all the Order members that visit

your place.

Dad says that it is his turn to check in on you next

time. Mum is going to come with him to see you. I

asked if I could come. But he said it just be more

difficult since I can't apparate. He is going to call

your uncle and ask if he can stop in for dinner. It

would probably be better if you dropped in a good word

for Dad. While he is there he will talk to your Uncle

about coming to visit us.

Well I hope you are doing okay.

from Ron

Harry wished his summer was half as exciting as Ron's seemed to be. At

least He would get a few laughs from a visit from the weasley's. That

is, if his uncle lets them stay.

She lay on the couch facing the television. She had her head in his

lap. He was lazily running his finger through her long silvery-blond

hair. These were the moments Usagi loved the most. These times when

she and Mamoru could sit and just enjoy the presence of each other.

Everything in her life was perfect. They hadn't seen any negative

activity or youmas in four years. And her career as a diplomat for

Japan was at great heights with the world-wide peace conferences.

"Usako?"

"Hn?" Usagi didn't even pull her eyes from the cartoon playing on the

television.

"We should pick a date for our wedding." He said it so matter of

factly that Usagi gave a start and sat up stick straight. She stared

wide-eyed at him for a moment before a large grin spread across her

features. She launched herself into his embrace.

"Really?!?!?! We can set a date? This is so exciting!" Mamoru

opened his arms to the now bouncing blond.

"I was thinking that maybe March would be a good time? Or late

February?" She pulled back to stare into his eyes.

"March would be perfect." Goddess, she loved him so much. She would

now be able to show the world their love would last forever.

"You are perfect, Usako. Not to sound girly or anything," he let out

a great sigh as if it was a relief to have said anything, "but I am

kind of excited about getting to plan all of the little details with

you. So no matter how much I complain, I want you to keep me

informed."

"Okay, Mamo-chan. So what day in March?"

Harry sat around the dinner table with the Dursley's. They were just

finishing up their sparse dinner of Vegetable soup and some bread. His

Aunt was clearing the table and Dudley was trying to lift his fat bottom

off of his seat. Just then the telephone rang. This must be Mr. weasley

calling. Harry had mentioned letting one of the Order members stay for

dinner one night. Harry had tried to not mention that it would be the

same wizard that had blown up his fireplace trying to get into the house

through it. But hopefully Mr. Weasley wouldn't mention anything about

that. Uncle Vernon picked up the phone.

"Hullo, Vernon Dursley speaking." Harry could barely hear the voice

from the other end. That means that if it was Mr. Weasley on the other

end, that he had at least learned from Ron's mistake of talking so loud.

Harry watched his uncle's face attentively. A small scowl appeared

across his features. Mr. Weasley must have just introduced himself.

His uncle must have either remembered who he was or Mr. Weasley had made

the mistake of reminding him. Although the scowl remained, Harry's

uncle had not yet blown up at the "abnormal" man he was speaking to.

Is that a good sign? The conversation continued for quite some time.

Vernon made no comment. He only answered with small grunts. After a

short time, his uncle gave a quick "good day" and hung up. The deep

frown upon his face seemed to deepen as he turned to his wife.

"We'll be having company for dinner tomorrow, Petunia. So set the table

for two extra."

"Who is coming dear?"

Vernon turned his scowl to Harry to show how he disliked his new "guests".

"It will be a couple from that silly group of people that watch over

that boy." Harry's aunt became silent. She knew of what kind of people

he meant. Harry's kind of people. Magic Folk. She was just about as

pleased as Vernon that such odd people were going to be dining in her

kitchen. Dudley had caught on as well. But he didn't seem to care

much. Dudley seemed to avoid him as much as possible. Harry thought

it was because Harry had saved Dudley from the Dementors last summer.

But Harry enjoyed the freedom from Dudley's gang.

As the small talk at the table resumed to the level it was prior to the

phone call, Harry realized how glad he would be to see Mr. and Mrs.

Weasley. Harry could picture Mr. Weasley and his non-stop questions of

how muggle items work appearing right in the middle of the room. It

wouldn't be that surprising to the Dursleys. The Order members had

been appearing from thin air for the past two weeks. The only one who

didn't was Moody. He actually apparated down the street and walked to

the door as not to appear suspicious.

Yes. This dinner tomorrow would certainly make Harry's mood a little

brighter.

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So you liked it enough to make your way to the end of the first chapter.

Well then, sit back and set in for the long haul. This working up to

be a very long story. But I think it is worth it. Please let me know

what you thought of this chapter. Ja ne

ree-b

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